crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart thought often not..

Saturday, January 05, 2013

Desire and Drift

Lines from two poems on love and desire made me think about howimpossible it is to know your
desire and how easy it is to drift from it.There is this very simple wish for companionshipfrom Carl
Sandburg's At a Window

But leave me a little love,A voice to speak to me in the day end,A hand to touch me in the dark roomBreaking the long loneliness.and theselines that acknowledge distance from desire from A.R.
Ammon's Continuity

I've pressed sofar away frommy desire that

if you askedme what Iwant I would,

accepting the harmoniouscompletion of thedrift, say annihilation,

probably.Reading the poems made two separate ideas coalesce for me - like they were companion pieces that were meant to be read together.There was once the need for a voice to speak to me at the
day end and a hand to touch me in the dark room. Indeed, so
powerful was that need that I pressed very far away from even knowing
my true desire. And to make peace it is best to accept the harmonious
completion of the drift.